Your Busty Milf Step- Denise Distracts You From Your Studies (pov)

The sun was blazing through my bedroom window as I sat at my desk, nose buried in my history textbook. Mount Vesuvius loomed ominously from the page, spewing forth ash and lava. But my mind was miles away, distracted by the perpetual distraction that was my stepmother Denise. She’d only been living with us a few months since dad married her in a whirlwind romance, but she’d already embedded herself into our lives – and my fantasies.

I tried valiantly to focus on the impending eruption that would destroy the ancient Roman city of Pompeii. But a faint rustling sound made myensitive ears perk up like a dog hearing the fridge open. Soft footsteps padded down the hall towards my room. The doorknob turned and the door swung open…and there she was.

Denise stood in the doorway, framed by the light from the hallway. Her voluptuous curves strained the thin fabric of her white tank top and tiny denim cutoffs. Gold bangles jangled on her slender wrists as she rested one hand on her cocked hip. Large round sunglasses hid her eyes but the seductive smile on her plump red lips said everything.

“Well hello there, stud,” she purred in that throaty voice of hers. “I couldn’t help but hear a certainobuoy struggling to focus on his studies. I thought I’d come distract you from all that boring history NOISE.”

I gulped, sure she could hear my heart pounding as if Vesuvius itself was erupting in my chest. I’d never been this close to her before, never seen the intricate tribal tattoo snaking down her side, disappearing into her waistband. Sweet Mother of God. I doubted I’d get any of this assignment done now, fantasy or not. Not with a goddess like Denise in the room. Maybe I ought to just skip to the end and write about how Vesuvius destroyed an entire city.

Rounding the desk, Denise leaned over to peer at the textbook. Her ample cleavage threatened to overwhelm the skimpy top, two perfect globes of tanned flesh heaving with each breath. A strawberry blonde curl tumbled over her shoulder and tickled my cheek. I could smell her perfume, floral and heady.

“Oooh Mount Vesuvius!” she exclaimed, as if she actually cared about history. “ThatSOounds like fun! I bet the lava was so hot and molten…”

Her words trailed off as she looked down at me with that inscrutable expression masked by her sunglasses. I imagined her eyes boring into me, undressing me, sizing me up controversy.

“Mmmm lots of molten…gulations…” she said slowly, biting her bottom lip. Her tongue darted out to wet it, a flash of pink.

I shifted in my seat, suddenly feeling very hot and bothered. My book and notes were forgotten. All my attention was glued to Denise and the way her shorts rode up to show a peek of her round ass. It was almost as if she wanted to be distracted from something too… Something more interesting than history lessons. Something I couldn’t possibly understand at my tender age.

Denise straightened up and I thought she might leave me be. But then she set her hand down right next to my textbook and leaned over again. So close now her cleavage was eye level, swaying hypnotically. I swear her tank top was slipping. One more inch and her ravishing rack would pop right out.

“You know what I think we should do instead?” she asked conspiratorially, like she was sharing a secret caramel latte recipe. Her voice was practically a purr. “I think we should take a break and get to know each other better.”

My mouth went dry. Get to know each other better? Was she hearing what was coming out of her own mouth right now? I took a breath, trying to ignore the knot forming in my throat…and in my pants.

“I, uh, I’ve…gotta…” I stammered like an idiot. Or maybe a horny idiot would be more accurate.

Denise laughed, a crystal tinkle. I swear I could hear that laugh in my sleep. “Oh honey, you don’t have to do anything,” she cooed. She plucked the textbook from under her fingers and closed it. “It’s just a little flirting between stepsiblings, right? No biggie.”

She put the book on the floor and kicked it under the desk with her bare foot. For a moment, I thought she might jump on the desk, straddle me and do something downright shocking. But she didn’t. Probably for the best.

“Blog in,” she said, finally straightening up and backing away. She gave me a little finger waggle and blew me a kiss. “Play nice. And I promise I’ll let you study when you’re done playing with me.”

As she turned to go, I finally found my tongue. “Hey Denise?” I called out.

She paused, one hand on the doorknob, head turned to look at me over her shoulder. Those damn shades again. “Yes, sweetie?”

“Thanks,” I blurted. “For distracting me. I really needed that…busty distraction.”

Denise laughed again, richer and throatier this time. “Anytime, baby. Any time.”

And with that, she walked out, leaving me alone with my racing pulse and my painfully hard thick shaft. I looked down at the tent in my jeans and sighed. Talk about your hot history lessons.